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frost-queen · 4 months ago

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Always mine (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

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Summary: Jeremiah and you were an item before all went down. Now with his new insanity he kidnaps you. Expecting you to adjust to the life he wants with you. Demanding all sorts of things from you. At first you try with every might to escape him or fight back. Till you finally give up. Initiating affection from time to time as your old love for him has never fully died. When Jeremiah grows sick, he fears you will finally out your plot against him, only for him to be surprised there is no plot against him. [Yandere style]

Sirens wailed loud. Common business in Gotham so it didn’t really fazed you anymore. Sitting by the window, you watched as the sky coloured flashing red and blue a few blocks away. Probably another robbery or rivalry thing between gangs. Sighing soft, you got up to finish preparing yourself. As you were putting on your shoes, your phone light up. Taking it from the small round table near you, you noticed an unknown number had send you a text.

Finger hovering over the screen, you weren’t sure whether you should read it or delete it immediately. The decision was made for you as a new text popped up. This time it was from the man you were seeing. I’m outside. It said making you forget about the other text. Getting up to hasten yourself downstairs. As said, he was standing outside, leaning against his car. You walked up to him. His hand found a way on your lower back as he gave you a kiss against your cheek.

“You look lovely darling.” – he said removing himself from the car to open the door. – “The streets will probably be blocked.” – you told him seeing him furrow his brows. Pointing up ahead where the red and blue lights were still ghosting the sky.

“It’s not that far.” – you went on, offering for a walk. He sighed deep shutting the door. – “Whatever the lady requires.” – he replied teasingly, taking your hand. The two of you started walking as you held onto his arm. He moved his arm up to check the time. – “The ceremony opens in 30 minutes.” – he informed you, lowering his arm again. You nodded turning into another street with him. You came to a stop, looking both ways to cross.

Both of you crossed the street, heading into another street. You shivered a bit, not expecting it to be such a cool night. He stopped with a heavy sigh. Confused you watched him take of his jacket, to place it over your shoulders. – “I told you to dress warmly.” – he spoke taking your hand again. – “It would’ve ruined the look I was going for.” – you answered hearing him chuckle loud.

He led you into a different street, knowing you’d be close now. You were smiling up to him, leaning closer to his arm. He came to a stop as it made your smile falter, looking in front of you what made him stop. A man had appeared in front of you in the deserted street.

He sighed loud, removing his hand out of his pocket. – “Out of the way goon, we don’t have time for this.” – he called out. The man remained stationed, not moving in inch. You had a feeling he was looking at you, but it was hard to tell in this darkness. It was as if on his face fell a shadow. A bit of white giving off against the darkness under the moonlight on his face. – “Just give him some money.” – you whispered to your boyfriend. Knowing most criminals just wanted money here in Gotham. – “Like hell I am!” – your boyfriend replied, pulling his arm away so that your grip was off it.

“You ignored my text.” – the man suddenly spoke as somewhere his voice seemed familiar. – “What text?” – your boyfriend shouted, slowly losing his patience. – “I was talking to her.” – you saw the person point his finger at you. – “Me? What text?” – you said suddenly remembering the text from an unknown number. You quickly searched for your phone in your purse.

Your boyfriend looking over your shoulder along with you. – “You never changed your number…” – the man spoke making you look slightly shocked back at him. – “How… how did you get my number?” – you asked curious. The man stumbled back, having grabbed firm for his heart with a pained sound.

“You wound me Y/n that you didn’t keep my number.” – he spoke as you noticed two more men join his side. Something cliqued as your eyes widened. The man stepped from out of the shadow, more into the light of the streetlamp. – “Jeremiah.” – you slipped out in shock. – “In the flesh.” – he answered taking a bow. It took you a while to understand his change. It had been so long since you’d seen him, but underneath all that white it was truly his face. – “Alright, I’ve had enough.” – your boyfriend said having lost his patience. He grabbed your hand firm, wanting to leave as the ceremony was in 10 minutes.

Jeremiah pulled out a gun, shooting at your boyfriend. Blood splatters flashed across your face as you felt the muscles in his hand lose strength. With a loud thud he fell back. Face obliterated by the bullet. Jeremiah smiling wickedly. – “Oh come on darling, he was too annoying anyways.” – Jeremiah called out as you could only stare at the body. Shaking, you slowly tore your gaze away from him to Jeremiah. – “Come here Y/n.” – he said.

You staid still, frozen to the ground as your mind kept screaming at you to run. Jeremiah took a deep breath, pointing his gun at you. – “Don’t make me shoot you too darling.” – he called out with a warning. With his other hand, he waved your over. You slowly got in motion not sure what else to do. Dragging your feet, too much in shock to go any faster. Jeremiah lowered his gun once you were near. With his gloved thumb, he brushed against your cheek, smearing the blood splatters open on your face. His eyes then fell on the jacket over your shoulder.

“We don’t need this.” – he grunted out, throwing the jacket of your shoulders onto the ground. His sudden act of force made you jump out of your skin. He gave you a smile before grabbing you by your arm, spinning you around up against his chest. Gasping soft, you felt the tip of his gun against your stomach. – “Now walk darling.” – he whispered in your ear. With a little shove of him, you got in motion. Not sure where you were going.

The two other men disappeared as you figured they were just around to intimidate. You got pushed into a building. Going up the stairs till he shoved you into a room. You stumbled to the ground, falling. Jeremiah shut the door, pressing some numbers in the panel by the door. There was a clicking sound as you knew the door was shut tight. You got startled when he forced your purse out of your hand.

Only taking out your phone as he threw the purse on the ground. He started going through your phone, saving his number. Then he looked at the rest of your contacts. – “Delete, delete, delete.” – he kept repeating getting rid of all your other contacts. Certainly those of any males. – “You… you killed him.” – you said hearing him sigh loud.

“Don’t tell you are whining over him.” – Jeremiah answered giving you a glance. He kept deleting all your contacts till he was done. He tossed your phone back at you as it landed on your lap. – “You have me now.” – Jeremiah came kneeling down before you. – “We were done Jeremiah!” – you reminded him. – “Your fear of Jerome finding you, is what caused our ruin.” – you let out with a pant. Jeremiah grabbed your chin with force, making you breath out a gasp. His gaze fierce, till it softened. – “All in the past now… We are starting over again.” – he said letting go of you. He got back up.

“You kidnapped me!” – you shouted. He ignored your comment, taking out a list from his pocket. – “I have a list of demands from you.” – he said unfolding the list as it rolled open. Reaching down till his knees. He cleared his throat dramatically. – “I expect to always eat together. Dates, conversations, a kiss on the cheek when I demand it.” – he began as you scoffed loud. – “You’re joking right?” – you called out.

Jeremiah turned to you. – “I assure you I’m not Y/n.” he replied with a teasing smile. – “I demand of you to hold yourself to it.” – he finished, rolling the list back up. He offered you the scroll as you had no interest in taking it. Jeremiah tilted his head with a sigh of annoyance. He took out his gun, pointing at you.

You quickly took the scroll from him as he lifted the gun back up. – “Good girl.” – he said patronizing. – “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.” – he spoke scratching the back of his head with the gun. – “Diner will be in ten minutes.” – he ended leaving for the kitchen. You got up, keeping an eye on him. Jeremiah was humming whilst standing in the kitchen with his back to you. You heard the chopping of a knife as you slowly backed away. Turning around to run into a room. Your eyes fell immediately on the window. Rushing over to it, you started pulling at it to shove upwards.

Yet it wouldn’t budge. Fazed, you tried again and again as to why it would not budge. – “Trying to escape?” – his voice made you gasp loud, startled you spun around, back hitting against the window from jumping back. Jeremiah was leaning against the doorframe. Shaking his head. – “I expected better from you Y/n.” – he said with a heavy sigh. – “Let me go Jeremiah!” – you screamed. – “You better clean that face of yours before diner.” – was the only thing he said before returning to the kitchen. Uneasy, you left the room, coming back into the open living space. – “Bathroom is over there.” – Jeremiah pointed out from in the kitchen.

You made your way over, heading inside. This time you shut the door. Panting loud, you grabbed for the sink. Lifting your head up to see yourself. The blood splattered across as it made your eyes swell up. Lowering your head, you started crying. Opening the faucet, you let the water flow. Catching it in your hand to wash your face. Between the tears, you splashed water over your face, smearing the blood out with water. Taking the towel, you sobbed loud into it before rubbing it down your face. Pulling yourself together, you prepared yourself to come out.

Jeremiah was setting the table as you quietly entered the room. – “Sit!” – he demanded, pointing at your chair. You sat down without any protest. Jeremiah sat down as well. – “Isn’t this nice.” – he said placing his elbow on the top to lean on his hand. – “I have missed you dearly Y/n and now I am not letting you go.” – he started. – “You surely must have missed me too.”

You didn’t respond, staring at your plate. Hearing the clicking of a gun underneath the table made you lift your head up to him. – “Was it not required of you to conversate with me?” – he said with a smirk, still leaning on his hand. – “Sorry…” – you responded. Jeremiah exhaled loud placing the gun on top of the table. – “So did you miss me Y/n?” – he asked again. Biting your lip, you weren’t sure what to respond. You surely didn’t want to say anything wrong that would lead him to hurt you. – “I believe I did.” – you answered hoping it would please him.

Jeremiah pressed his hand against his heart with delight. – “You warm my heart Y/n.” – he answered. After diner, you actually just wanted to head for bed and cry your eyes out. Jeremiah saw you shuffle numbly towards one of the doors, making him clear his throat loud. – “I demand a kiss.” – he insisted upon. You exhaled, shoulders slouching. – “I just want to sleep.” – you responded.

“A kiss darling!” – Jeremiah persisted warningly. Turning back around, you walked up to him. Jeremiah tapped his cheek proudly. – “Good night Jeremiah.” – you wished him leaving out a kiss. Jeremiah’s gun was out again. This time pointing firm against your head. He tilted your head a bit with the point, pressing it deeper into your skin. – “A kiss Y/n!”

A part of you wanted to do nothing and see if he would really shoot your brains out. Another part of you didn’t want to die. Then there was a little tiny part that loved this. That loved to be back in his life again as the love for him never seemed to have died out fully. Giving in, you got on your tips, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Jeremiah groaned in pleasure, rolling his eyes back at how high your affection made him feel. Like a new toxic for his insanity. You then headed for bed, darkness consuming you as soon as your head hit the pillow.

For over a month now, you tried everything. Trying to escape and fight against every one of his stupid demands. They had always been civilized as he didn’t want to force things on you. Yet that didn’t stop you from going in protest. Afterall he did kidnap you and kill your boyfriend right in front of you. Just because with his newly insanity, he can’t keep you out of his head. Wanting you all for himself. Keep you locked away for no one to see.

After a while your efforts grew tireless. Having no more interest in keeping up the fight. You surrendered to your newly formed life. Doing whatever he said or demanded. Your old feelings for him didn’t make it easier as you felt like losing your mind too. They began to resurface with each day. You must be a fool to fall back in love with your kidnapper. Yet you couldn’t stop it. The love you had for Jeremiah before it all went down, still there.

Jeremiah was in his office. Planning away behind his desk. You sat in the living room, surrounded by quietness. Sighing soft, you got up to knock on his door. Jeremiah’s head lifted up with curiosity. A second later his door opened as you appeared in the door opening. – “Can I join you?” – you asked. Jeremiah narrowed his eyes at you, trying to figure out what your plan was. – “I promise to not make a sound.” – you added. In truth you just didn’t want to be alone.

Jeremiah nodded as you entered, closing the door behind you. Jeremiah observed you as he watched you take a seat near the window. He quirked up his eyebrow when you were just staring out of the window. Jeremiah hesitantly picked up his papers, still keeping an eye on you in case you thought about doing something funny. He kept looking up to you from time to time, trying to understand what you were planning.

What elaborate plan you were scheming up to escape or kill him. After a while you got up as Jeremiah watched your movement with precision. His mind going off about a thousand scenario’s of what you might do. He stared confused at the door you had just left, only for you to return with drinks and something to eat.

Jeremiah expected you to stay on the other side of the desk as to his surprise you came to his side. Setting the plate down. – “I thought you might be hungry.” – you simply said. Jeremiah looked suspiciously at the plate. Trying to see if he could see traces of poison. He dropped his pen, crossing his arms to lean back in his chair. – “You eat it.” – he called out, not trusting it one bit. – “Okay.” – you answered tearing a piece of the food apart to eat. Jeremiah watched you closely.

“The whole thing.” – he responded, still suspicion you might have not poisoned it all to not raise suspicion. You shrugged your shoulders, taking the whole plate. – “I was only offering.” – you said returning to the window. Jeremiah held his hard stare on you. Waiting for you to have a reaction from the poison that never came. Perhaps it wasn’t poisoned at all. – “Y/n!” – Jeremiah called out as you got up. Having a clue of what he was about to ask.

You lowered yourself a bit to kiss his cheek. This time slow and tenderly. Jeremiah blinked surprised as he didn’t need to finish his request. – “That… that was what you wanted right?” – you asked seeing him puzzled. – “Yes…” – he answered, clearing his throat.

Later that night, Jeremiah fell asleep on the couch. Too exhausted from being locked up in his office all day. You sat across from him, watching him sleep. Rather staring at him as you had a million thoughts in your head. Some of them about escaping but they were quickly silenced out. Getting up, you took a blanket along with you. Placing it neatly over him. You then lowered yourself to kiss his forehead. Jeremiah moved a bit in his sleep as you let him be.

A few hours later he woke as you had already gone to bed. Confused he took an edge of the blanket laying over him, questioning if he had grabbed a blanket with him. He hadn’t. His gaze went up to your room, knowing it must have been you that had placed it on him. Why he wondered? Jeremiah got up, going back to his office to continue plotting. When the sun rose, you were confused to not find Jeremiah in the sofa where you had left him or in his bed.

Slightly panicking, you searched the entire house. Swinging the door to his office open as you found him. Looking paler as ever. Eyes red and puffy. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out entering as he groaned loud. He felt groggy as he slowly tried to rise from his seat. He lost his balance, having to set his hand down on the desk to not fall face forwards on it. You rushed over to him, swaying his arm over your shoulder to keep him upright. – “I’m fine!” – he called out, pushing you away from him. – “No you are not!” – you insisted upon seeing him nearly lose his balance again.

You touched his forehead, before he could slap it away. – “You’re burning up.” – you told him. – “I am not!” – he let out not wanting to sound weak. – “That is what you get for overworking yourself!” – you shouted in defence. – “I am not…” – Jeremiah called out nearly tipping over on you. You caught him before he could tumble down with you. – “You are going to rest.” – you ordered helping him out of the office. Jeremiah protested but let you assist him out anyways.

You pushed the door to his bedroom open. – “I can handle myself.” – he grunted out, pushing you back as he wanted to walk by himself. He stumbled forwards, quickly reaching his bed in a weak way. He fell face down on his matrass, groaning loud. His legs to the ground as he wasn’t fully in the bed. You sighed soft, grabbing his feet to lay them in the bed with him. – “Back!” – Jeremiah groaned, kicking at you. His shoe hit your hand, making you stumble back.

He set his knuckles on the matrass, trying to pull himself up. – “Out! I’m locking the door!” – he said not wanting you near. He knew he was defenceless now. Unable to keep you under his command with the loss of his strength. He didn’t want to give you any opportunity to kill him or call the GCPD. Angering your expression, you returned to him. – “Let me help you!” – you shouted grabbing his feet and tossing it on the bed with him.

He groaned laying in an uncomfortable position, needing to chance it. – “I said get out!” – he yelled breaking out a sweat. – “You’re sick!” – you shouted back. – “I’m not.” – he grumbled out. – “Jeremiah!” – you screamed losing your patience around him.

Jeremiah stared at you panting loud. You spun around leaving the room as Jeremiah rolled over, coming to lay on his back. He eyed the door, feeling too worn out to even lock it. Closing his eyes, he accepted his fate. You were probably calling the GCPD right now to come and take him to Arkham. He hated coming down sick. If this wasn’t happening, he’d still have you under his control. Now he was defenceless and it pained him to know you would turn against him. Finally elaborate on that plan of yours.

The door opened once more as you entered with some material. You set the bowl of water down on his nightstand, coming to sit on the matrass with him. Dipping the cloth in the cold water to lower his temperature. Just as you were moving your hand over to him, he grabbed your wrist with firm. Not wanting your hand near him. – “Let me help you Jeremiah.” – you asked, practically begged. – “Why?” – he asked curious. – “You phoned the GCPD so stop fussing about me.” – he said defeated lowering his hand on you.

His response made you blink curious. – “I did not phone them.” – you told him, slowly touching his face with the wet cloth. – “I just want you to get better.” – you finished. – “So no plot for murdering me?” – he asked making you stare in shock at him. – “What?” – you blurted out.

Then you started laughing. – “I’m not planning your murder Jeremiah.” – you reassured him, dapping the cloth against his neck. – “Then… then why are you looking after me?” – he wanted to know what your motive could be. You smiled down at him before leaving a kiss on his nose. – “Thank you for coming back for me.” – you whispered to him. Jeremiah blinked speechless at you. You wanted to wet the cloth again when you felt a grip around your wrist. You looked down at it before locking your gaze on him.

Jeremiah lifted his head a bit up as you leaned closer as well. His palm brushed up your cheek making him breath out in bliss. Closing your eyes, you kissed him. First tender than rougher as he had missed your lips for so long. Getting high on just their touch. Weary he had to pull away, letting himself fall back on the pillow. You continued to tend for him as he finally understood your motives. There were none.

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yandere--stuck · 1 year ago

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If you're still taking requests, would you be able to do something again with Arkhamverse Joker?? (Or even Scarecrow, ANYTHING with that skinny lil horror boy please) I love ALL of your Batman work.

Just give me anything, I'm starving for some dark and creepy batvillians.

“Alright, sweetheart, just tell me who did it,” The Joker cooed from behind you, his hands resting at the plush blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Both you and The Clown stood in front of the maw of the Sionis Steel Mill. You hadn't been outside in so long. The thought of making a run for it flitted through your mind, but you just as quickly discarded it. Joker was holding you pretty tight, but even if you broke free from his grip, presented before you was a line of Joker's men desperate to do anything to gain their boss's favor. And even if you made it through all that, you were smack dab in the middle of Arkham City. If the elements or starvation didn't get to you first, it'd be the other inmates - especially if they had gotten any inkling you might be precious to The Clown Prince of Crime.

Somehow, beyond all odds, you were the most safe in the arms of Gotham's most dangerous criminal.

Even with the multiple layers covering you, the wind cut through you like a blade. You'd been dressed in specially made pajamas the Joker commissioned, layers of winter clothing, and a large blanket he'd wrapped you up in before escorting you outside. And it made looking upon Joker's gang all the more uncomfortable.

Compared to you, Joker's men wore precious little. Tank tops or sleeveless hoodies, some wearing no top at all, old worn pants, and their very own clown masks. You couldn't see their eyes, but you imagined that behind their masks, they glowered at you. Why wouldn't they hate you? After all, you were why they were freezing out here. Their boss had given them orders to never, under any circumstances, allow any harm to be brought unto you.

And then, Joker found the bruises.

“I don't want to get anyone in trouble,” You insisted, craving your neck to attempt eye contact with The Joker.

“Nobody's in trouble,” The Clown nuzzled you, voice almost a purr. “I just want to know who did it.”

You bit your lip. Something burned and swirled like a whirlpool in your stomach, rising to your chest. “It was my fault. I bumped into something.”

“Darling, it's okay. I'm not mad. Just point ‘em out for me.”

Your lips quivered and you screed your eyes shut. Burying your face in your hands, your whole body shook. You couldn't do this. You didn't want to. Sure, the guy roughed you up, but at least he didn't fucking kill you. And maybe whoever did it was a criminal at best or monster at worst, but you didn't want someone to die at the hands of The Joker because of you. You weren't supposed to be here. You were supposed to be in Gotham proper, living your ordinary life and not in Joker's base. You weren't supposed to be the object of Joker's obsession. You shouldn't have had to be transported around by goons, goons who were already frustrated and pissed as it was, and only exacerbated by their boss’ obsession with you and threatening them if he even thinks they're looking at you.

God, why was this happening to you? You just want to go home! You couldn't even scream, couldn't even cry, not now, not like this-

One hand released its grip on your shoulder to press against your back and brush soothing circles against you.

“Honey, baby, sweetie-darling, there's no reason to be upset!” Joker hushed. “You're not in any trouble. I'm not mad. I just want to know."

Still shaking, you dared to turn and meet the Clown's gaze. Puffing out a cloudy mist in the icy cold air, you ventured, “You promise you're not angry?”

The Joker beamed, holding up a hand. “Scout's honor!”

The both of you stared at each other for a long moment. His pupils were dilated, acidic green eyes nearly swallowed up by his dilated pupils. He stared back at you with utter adoration.

Really, him being angry would have been less terrifying.

With a shaky exhale, you nodded. Ripping your eyes from him, you surveyed the crowd. The man in question wasn't hard to find. You knew the mask well. Lime green hair, a red clown nose, red, painted-on cuts and marks across the mask.

He was one of the henchmen ordered to transport you from one part of the base to another. You'd been terrified, shaking, near hyperventilating, and scared stiff to the spot. And he had grabbed you tight enough to bruise and shoved you through the halls, the other goons following behind. Just remembering it lit a spark of fear and anger in your gut. And even still, you hesitated to call him out.

Shivering, you slowly raised a finger to point at him, your digit like a death mark.

“Him,” you breathed out.

“Him?” Joker asked, pointing at the same man.

You nodded. You fought the urge to squeeze your eyes closed as The Joker waved him over.

The masked man approached both of you. You couldn't help but lean further into Joker. You tried to convince yourself it was the cold. He stopped a few feet away, but Joker motioned him even closer, until he was almost right on top of you both.

“This true, Bud?” Joker asked.

The masked man held his tongue for a moment. His whole body seemed tense. And if you had to guess, he was likely glaring daggers at you from behind the mask. And then finally, a soft sigh escaped him, body relaxing as he nodded.

“Yeah, boss,” he admitted. “It was me.”

“And do you have anything to say to my darling here?”

Your breath caught in your throat as the goon turned directly toward you. You tried to keep totally still. Don't flinch. Don't show fear. You could feel his gaze burn into you. And Joker's grip tightened on your shoulder. Maybe reassuringly. Maybe possessively.

The masked goon paused, simply staring at you, before he gave a lazy nod. “Yeah. ‘M sorry.”

Huh. That wasn't so bad. Turning to look at Joker you saw him nodding. A relieved smile began to bloom onto your face as you turned back to-

The sound of unfolding metal hit your ears. A gloved hand stretched out and yanking through hair. The stumbling forward of a body and. Your eyes widened as Joker grunted, pocket knife sinking into the man's throat.

He held it there for a moment, looking deep into the eyes of the man behind the mask, before wrenching the knife out. Blood spurted from the man’s neck as he gurgle, clutching his throat. Again, Joker struck, plunging deep into the man's neck and ripping it out. Again. Again. Again. And all you could do was watch, eyes the size of dinner plates and mouth agape in horror.

You finally found the ability to move your body again, and you hunkered down, hiding your eyes with your hands and stumbling back as Joker continued his assault. You shivered and shuddered, beginning to cry. You couldn't see it anymore, but you could hear the sounds of the blade meeting flesh, the desperate and violent gurgles of someone drowning in their own blood, the quick and sharp grunts of Joker as he plunged his knife in and out in and out in and out in and out-

You couldn't tell how long it went on, only that at some point, you couldn't hear anything else besides Joker's shaky breathing and the harsh whistling of the wind. Your hands and cheeks stung from cold and tears.

When you dared to uncover your eyes, The Joker was looking back at you. As if he was waiting for you to see - to see your attacker's head barely connected to his neck, near decapitated. The moment he saw the recognition in your eyes, the man's body was dropped like it was nothing.

"But, but," You stuttered, mouth trying to catch up with your mind. "You said, you said you weren't mad?'

"Not at you, darling," he smiled adoringly. "Never at you."

The Joker pocketed his bloody knife and clapped his hands free, addressing his men. “Now, let that be a lesson for all of you,” the clown leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder. You quickly cuddled into his hold (but only because of the cold. Only that and nothing more). Joker finished with a grin, “anyone who hurts my darling gets the same.”

Breathing heavily, your eyes surveyed the reactions of the henchmen. For some reason, you felt torn on how you felt about them. Pitied Joker's treatment of them, but was highly aware of their perspective of you being an obstacle, inconvenience, or even enemy-

You nearly jumped as Joker brought you out of thoughts by a kiss to the cheek. You were quickly turned around, The Joker guiding you inside and nuzzling against your cheek.

“You must be so stressed out, dear! C’mon, let's get warmed up inside and watch some cartoons!"

And when you're both inside, curled up together in a mound of blankets and cartoons playing on the screen, you tried to convince yourself tje obly reason you held him back was out of fear and to keep out the cold.

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ilanprofile · 6 months ago

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ILAN_PROFILE'S COMEDY / SLICE OF LIFE CARTOON GUIDE

Looking for Cartoons to Watch? Need a Guide for Animated Shows? Are you a Beginner or a Pro in watching TV shows? THIS ARE ALL THE COMEDY / SLICE OF LIFE CARTOONS I RECOMMEND!

About Each Section:

WATCH THIS: Shows I think are a MUST Watch for anybody getting into cartoons

NEW CARTOONS: Ongoing shows premiered in the past 2-3 years

STILL RELEVANT: Older shows / Already finished shows that still get a lot of attention nowdays

BONUS MENTIONS: Other Shows I havent watched that much of or arent as widely known as the others above

STORYDRIVEN: Fully serialized shows with lot of conitnuity

SEMI-EPISODIC: Shows with an ongoing story but also have self contained arcs

EPISODIC: Shows with minimal continuity, you can watch basically any episode

DISCLAIMER: I tried to limit myself to only 1-2 shows of each IP, UNLESS each of them feels too different from one or another (Like The Looney Tunes Show vs the classic Looney Tunes Cartoons) or you need to watch all shows together to get the full narrative (Ben 10 -> Alien Force -> Ultimate Alien -> Omniverse)

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newkatzkafe2023 · 5 days ago

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So What If the Monkey king is a slight yandere and he meets monkey Y/N at a party.

Just Dance🕺💃

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(LMK Wukong) Mk and the gang had dragged him to a party. Wukong was nervous sense crowds are not his thing so he just stood by the snack bar eating some chips. When he noticed something very shiny, Wukong walked to the dance floor and saw you. Wukong was at a daze as he watched you dance infront of the crowd, As he watched you in your sparkling see-though dress. Wukong's jaw dropped as his eyes turned into hearts at you. that's when you finally noticed him and started dancing towards him Wukong eyes remaind on you and soon he walked towards you as you danced and soon he reached out for you, then You both got close to each other as you head butt his face ever so sweetly. Hello peaches you cooed at him and it was love at first sight for Wukong😍🥰.

(MKR Wukong) As I said before he tends to hate parties, and how stuffy and crowded it can quickly get its so annoying. Then he saw something, or should I say someone beautiful you were swaying to the beat enjoying the calm atmosphere. Wukong had found himself secretly staring at you no longer bored and slowly wondered off from the Monk. You didn't notice him quite yet as you were lose in the music until you smelled blood and peaches and looked over to see him, Wukong had froze as you looked at him. You started to giggle and danced towards him and Wukong freaked out with a blush and started purring for some reason, then like that Wukong found himself slow dancing with you all night long😌.

(HIB Wukong) It was a music festival he was made to go to by Pigsy, Luier and Silly girl man this was not his seen at all. Wukong was heavily uncomfortable with everything that's going on around him, but that's when he saw you dancing across from him. Wukong mind was blown and had a flash blush because you were super beautiful and were currently struggling on not looking at your hips. You then noticed him and strutted over to him, and now you were flirting with him now, Wukong was now stuck between a rock and a soft place that is you. You cooed over him, wanting to get to know him better as you danced a bit, Wukong was at a loss for what to do, but at least he knows your interested in him too🫠.

(NR Wukong) His Eyes were laser focused on you that's for sure, you were shaking our hips and dancing to the loud music. Wukong was drooling and purring as he had hearts in his eyes at your hips along to the music, just moving along carefree on the dance floor he just had to have you. Wukong came over to you with a drink offering it to you and with a smile you lead him to a both so you both can bond so to speak. It totally doesn't mean your making out with him in a barely lit booth room with you or something like that😏😉

(Netflix Wukong) He was blushing heavily and looked mad nervous on the outside for the first time ever. He has been mildly stalking you for a few days after developing a crush on you when he saw you at a hot springs, and tonight he found you dancing provocatively in front of a crowd of people. While Wukong was trying to figure out a way to talk to you, he looked up and saw you weren't there anymore confusing him greatly. Until he felt a delicate hand on his shoulders and that when he saw you, you were purring and coeing at him asking if your gonna get his name. Wukong sucked it up by giving you his name and Bragging about himself to fight off the nerves and impress you in the process but soon you have him sitting on some booth as you leave lipstick kisses on his face. Well, Is judging by the outcome he was clearly doing something right🥴

(BMW Wukong) He was giving bedroom eyes as you danced all by yourself on the dance floor, you clearly had to be teasing him while dancing. Wukong purred and decided to play along to your little game planning on with the game and you all at the same time. Wukong wasted no time call calling you and chirping, as he chased you across the party and you disappeared into the back, turns out you noticed him and wanted him to follow you for some quality time, which worked because you both spent the whole night together. Wukong knows what he wants and what his interests are, and you must want something similar if you gave him this much attention the whole night you were together.

(Destined one) His nose is bleeding so much the second he saw you at the village festival, also how did he find himself in this situation like one moment he was just trying to get though. The next moment he is being sat on by the woman he may or may have not been stalking for the last month or two AKA you, you had came up to him flirting And complimenting him on his supposedly cute face. At that the Destined one didn't know what to do because he honestly didn't think he would get this far, and for you to speed up the process with your mutual interest makes his medium size hit spin.

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#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #lmk monkey king #monkey king hero is back #x female y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #night club #night city #party time #live for the moment

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dietmountaindewb8by · 11 months ago

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Into the Abyss

In which a mournful husband realizes that he truly does love his wife. A little too much, if you ask his siblings.

Prologue

Chapter One

#yandere five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #yandere five #dark five #diet mountain dew baby new york city #yandere tua #yandere umbrella academy #dark five hargreeves #yandere the umbrella academy #yandere #dark tua #dark umbrella academy

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yander-city · 9 months ago

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Yandere mafia boss/husband

Quin Dahl

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Name:

Quin Dahl

Appearance:

Eerie black (HAIR)

Astronomicon grey (EYES)

White with light tan and cool undertone (SKIN)

Occupation:

Mafia Boss

Age:

[UNSPECIFIED]

Known family:

Casimiro Dahl (FATHER)

Rosette Dahl (MOTHER)

Liberatore Dahl (GRANDFATHER)

Pier Dahl (BROTHER)

Marzio Dahl (BROTHER)

Enrico Dahl (BROTHER)

Personality [Host’s experience]:

“Quin acts exactly like the stoic mob boss stereotype, stoic, reserved, etc. According to the storyline, he has a soft spot for his wife, you. I’m fairly certain you could get a toothache from his behavior, the ideal husband most women want nowadays. Quin is indifferent to other residents, it intimidates them quite a bit… if I were mortal in this damn realm, I’d be terrified in his presence.”

Found background:

Unfortunately, we were unable to find anything related to Quin’s childhood other than the murder of his brothers. The detail of said murders remains unknown…

However, in Quin’s teenage years, he met his high school sweetheart, you. Without telling you his origin and place in the mafia, he wooed you into dating him, eventually reaching your present marriage.

Trivia:

Quin loves to call you soft nicknames.

Quin’s mafia is one of the most dangerous and successful (in universe).

Quin is definitely a family man, he loves children.

More information will be implemented…

Feel free to ask questions…

#yandere #yandere x you #yander-city #sincerely-host #yandere x y/n #yandere oc #yandere x female reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere prompts #yandere x reader #yanblr #quin dahl #yandere mafia

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dystopyx-blog · 2 months ago

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Tmw you update a fic you hadn’t updated since May of 2023 lmao

Literally took me over a year to publish this chapter 😭

uh here it is btw please leave me comments, either on the fic itself or here on tumblr 👉👈 I posted the prologue here on tumblr once it’s called scratch I started it in 2022 and it has 9 chapters (as of like a few minutes ago)

#yandere #yandere rambles #original characters #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #tw yandere #scratch #yandere city #yancity

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weebsinstash · 1 year ago

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Ok so tmi (on the tmi blog lol) but the first day of my Cycle I had a dream that I had just given birth and I was holding my baby and I was goddamn euphoric even though the logical part of me was like “???? I am 22 and broke i CANNOT have a baby rn” and I woke up crying and called my friends like I WANNA HAVE A BAAAAAABYYYYY I WANT A BAAAAAAABYYYYYYYY so basically. Imagine. Miguel catches you in a moment of weakness. And he NEVER. FUCKING. FORGETS IT.

Oh wow girlie those period hormones grabbed you by the uterus and absolutely REFUSED to let go

NO BUT FOR REAL don't look at me but I've been thinking of a concerning number of ideas where it's like, "Reader suddenly realizes they may want a baby and is actually putting serious thought into it and Miguel finds out (bet your ass Peter B tells him, i can see him as a "well intentioned" platonic guardian/mentor figure who sells you out to Miguel the second he thinks you're doing something risky or he thinks it's for your own good) and Miguel starts making all these plans and preparations behind your back to have a baby with you" and obviously I like the extra juicy option of "he found out you got extremely depressed and tied your tubes or something because you either see no point in you having a kid/think it's too late, OR, Miguel was the only person you were looking at as a potential father and you either decide it wouldn't work out or he does something to hurt you and you lose trust in him" so like, the double whammy combo of him being hit with the news you basically walled off your fertility that he's kinda fantasizing about AND you blame him for it

You see him chokeslam Miles on the train and having all these serious anger and stress issues and you're like "hmmmm don't like that" and basically make the tubal ligation appointment that week (but, you know, he'll either interfere before you can actually get it or even reverse it later on)

Like. Ugh I'm not sure if I should go super into detail bc I feel like I want to put this scene in the YouTwo fic or in a different idea i have thats more centered around motherhood, but, picture he catches you in his monitor room one day after you've lost your home dimension, you're having a little more than just a small identity crisis, and he catches you having Lyla show you the model for your life, or what the algorithm had predicted your life was supposed to be like before your universe just magically poofed away. You're just staring at these holograms with tears running down your face and he occasionally catches you starting to reach out like you want to touch what you see. He comes to stop you because he already knows all too well where this could lead, you can't become tempted to break canon and go somewhere else, but you beg him to let you watch just a little longer

"I was supposed to get MARRIED! I was supposed to have a BABY! I was supposed to have a family!! It's not fair!!"

And he's in total agreement with you because, who even fucking knows why your universe suddenly destabilized and vanished. He sees you as this person who has so much promise and potential who had their destiny and future literally snatched away from them and now you're lost and confused on what you're supposed to do, like really he totally understands why you feel so aimless. But watching these holograms is like torturing yourself, and he goes to stop you when you just keep crying because this is basically sending you into a critical mental health episode

"Someone was supposed to fall in love with me... we were supposed to have a baby... would I have been a good mom? Would I have had a boy or a girl? Cant you at least let me find out what my daughter's name would have been?"

And it's like NOOOO you can't hit him with the daughter card, don't you see what you've DONE!!! Gets him right in the heart. Now he's got this massive soft spot for you, bigger than it already was anyways, and he can tell over time you're just really starting to, grieve the future you were supposed to have, falling into a depression. Peter B is hanging around with Mayday like he usually does as both men can tell you're really staring at his baby today and he offers to teach you how to hold her. you're standing there misty eyed twirling one of her little curls around your finger as her dad starts volunteering information to you, "you know she's about XYZ months old now, they aren't really talking yet at this age but they're really curious about their surroundings and--"

Miguel watches as you start talking about children and suddenly get this really really tortured expression and just say "it's not meant to happen" and or some combination of "it's too late for me" and gives him his baby back a little too quickly in typical "I am clearly leaving the room to go cry" fashion. Meanwhile Peter B is like 38 wondering why you think you're out of time or it's not supposed to happen

Miguel's working one day and Peter is trying to shove his phone in his face, "you know I think this is one of the BEST photos of Mayday I've ever taken, she's looking so cute here, you just GOTTA see it" and Pete just won't let up and Miguel finally looks just to humor him because the man is being unusually annoying and, it's a photo of Mayday, duh, but being held by you, and you're clearly looking down at her with watering eyes and the smallest little smile that says "I'll die for you" and Peter is just all 😏 as Miguel is 'suddenly' interested in the photo. "That's a really good photo of MAYDAY, right? 😏 I figured you would like it, that photo of MAYDAY 😏" and Miguel is just grumbling and grouchy bc he sees what this guy is tryna do, but he's still like ".... send it to me later, I'm trying to work right now"

It's even worse if you're a member of his strike force because you're constantly around him, Peter B, and Jess. Miguel just, idly wondering where you are and deciding to walk around a little bit and eventually finds that you're having some sort of conversation with Peter B and Jess and he can tell you look really weepy as the other woman invites you to feel her baby kicking, like, you could not more obviously be developing baby fever, and you ARE around that age, and ESPECIALLY if you live in Nueva York because it's like, YEAH you're still a Spider and YEAH you help the Society with stuff but. Your home universe is gone, your canon is gone, you're kind of. Free as a bird really? But you're also scared because, if someone was destined to love you, does that mean it technically isn't meant to be to fall for anyone else? You can't exactly hook up with people at the Spider Society because of canon or them already having relationships, and you don't exactly have identifying documents if you wanted to try and adopt

I think it'd really reach a stressful breaking point if you and the strike force go to another universe to fight an anomaly and Miguel catches you staring out into the crowd of people you just saved and he sees what youre looking at instantly and his heart sinks. Another you, another normal you, never bitten by a Spider, is standing there with her husband and her little sputtering baby, and he has to all but drag you away as you cry "it's not fair, it's not fair, why does SHE get a normal life!!"

Sidebar for a moment, I think that's probably also one thing that would be so INFURIATING about the doppelganger stealing your life story because THEY have a home universe and YOU don't. They take your life, they take literally everything you have left, your friends, your sense of community, your literal purpose. I've already decided on YTs motivations but could you imagine you finding out YouTwo actually has a decent life and maybe even a husband and kid of their own and you're just furious because they're basically abandoning their duties back home not only as a Spider but as a parent/spouse to steal what YOU have? You can't kill them because it would break their canon and kill like countless people but Miguel and the others would def let you beat the shit out of your evil double and get some of your anger out. Like. Jesus could you imagine Miguel kicks you out thinking you're the fake and after you're gone, YouTwo breaks canon and that's what exposes them, or theyre exposed when they eventually take a trip back home and get caught. The Society's regret, the guilt, the anger, just marinate me with the drama

But anyways back to Being Sad and Babycrazy, you go missing one day and Miguel has to decide what to do when he finally tracks your bracelet and you're back in THAT dimension again. He has to physically track you down using your bracelet's signal because you refuse to answer his messages and you're, in the home of the other you while she takes a brief nap, in the nursery, holding her baby. Miguel quietly climbs through the window and you're in a rocking chair and you've got her hugged to your chest and your eyes are closed and you sense him and, obviously cry because you know you have to leave. Unlike with the holograms he doesn't give you any leeway on this, putting his foot down that this has to end here, this cant go on, this is already so dangerous. And, you're good for him and understand, leaving the baby back in its crib as you and Miguel warp away. You're heartbroken but ultimately understanding when he has to disable your watch's ability to visit that specific dimension again, and you're obviously extremely depressed for a while, having multiple Spiders coming to check in on you as word spreads around that you aren't doing well

I can just see Reader becoming kind of desperate because the only options for a baby you really have left is to either 1. get a serious relationship, which you're scared of because you have to trust that person and who can you even pick, you're nervous about breaking canon or something, or 2. Get some random person to impregnate you so you can run off with the baby

Miguel gets a call from Peter B that you went to a bar and you're EXTREMELY wasted as you try to pick someone, ANYONE up and like, you have admirers for sure but there's enough decent people around to keep the creeps in line, clearly you are in a vulnerable state of mind right now, and Miguel gets to tote your drunken ass back home as you drunkenly word vomit all your feelings to him because, unfortunately for you, he has your trust, and you need comfort right now, and you even ask him about what being a parent was like for him. You encouragingly tell him he shouldn't give up if he still wants kids, you trying to be genuinely nice and not trying to imply anything, blubbering about how he deserves to still be happy and he's still got time, and here's Miguel who's practically tracking your cycles at this point, TOTALLY not going to use anything you say to him while you're piss-drunk against you

Especially if you add ABO into the mix and you have a Miguel who's either Alpha/Omega and is already babycrazy af and he sees you literally fucking YEARNING for it, like. You've got a 6'9" Alpha basically looking at you, his poor lil Omega crush, with the big yandere goo goo eyes and how you need all this love and support and stability and how you're in need of a proper husband and of course he's all too willing to volunteer himself for the job. Even if he's too awkward to come right out to you and say it, he'll be thinking in his head and planning behind your back ways to take care of you, keep you away from any drugs/alcohol (no more smoking weed with metro boomin Spiderman, you've gotta detox your body to have a baby! Also, different concept but, Miguel basically keeping you in a bubble to control all your meals and recreational activities and all of that so he can make sure you're perfectly healthy for a baby)

Don't let this man catch you slipping up! Throw you to the Spider Society and you'll come back pregnant 😭 he sees you so depressed and wanting a baby and it's like well, if your life needs new meaning, he can help literally make one for you 😏 he's been feeling protective and nurturing of you anyways, so, it's an extra benefit for him to think of getting to have both you AND a little baby of your very own ❤️

#yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere spidereverse #sinprompts #yandere stuff #godddd listening to light the city up reallt gets me hyped

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cookeybg · 7 months ago

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Gotham Possesses Table of Contents

Here's the easy access to the chapters!

Tittle: Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it possesses its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Honorable Mentions: Joker, Talia Al Ghul, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, Riddler, Cobblepot (Penguin), Two Face (Harvey Dent), Superman (Clark Kent), Superboy (Jon Kent), Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood, Angst, Gotham LOVES Batman, the last chapter has mentions of; drug use, murder and unsolicited touching (at the very end and very briefly)

Chapter 1 - Gotham Wept

Chapter 2 - Gotham Trembled

Chapter 3 - Gotham Loved

Chapter 4 - Gotham Drank

Chapter 5 - Gotham Slept

Chapter 6 - Gotham Hoped

Chapter 7 - Gotham Transcends

Chapter 8 - Gotham Mends

Chapter 9 - Gotham Bewitched

Chapter 10 - Gotham Watches

OMG, chapter 9 was linked to chapter 8. Sorry about that, it should be fixed now.

I hope you have enjoyed Gotham Possesses. I will be posting it on Ao3, maybe tomorrow. I'm a bit sad about it ending, but, also proud of myself. This is the second thing I wrote that I posted and was super nervous to do so. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with reading this and endured my lack of editing.

Also, I will be making this a series and posting one shots of the birds and their new life bound to Gotham. They wont be in any particular order, but I have already written Dick's POV before he becomes Nightwing :)

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misstycloud · 2 years ago

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Yandere superhero! HC

Imagine just running about your ordinary day life and suddenly everything is turned upside down, what you believed to be fiction and nothing more than child dreams became your new reality. Now you had duties and that was to protect the city and its residents from those who wish to harm them. It’s a tough job, one that no one would be able to handle all by themselves.

Luckily you got your trustworthy companion by your side at all times! You two fit together like pieces of a puzzle; managing to save the day hundereds of times. There was nothing you couldn’t do as long as you had each other. You knew each other well-or how good you can know each other without learning the other’s identity.

Secret identities is one of the top rules of being a superhero. It could be dangerous for your loved ones if your enemies got their hands on that sort of information. They would use your family and friends to blackmail and extort you. That couldn’t happen or all hell would break lose if the city’s heroes were captured and defeated.

In the beginning when you and your partner had first been assigned the role of heroes, he seemed fine with the rule of no knowing who the other person were behind the mask, and you were too. There wasn’t any reason for you to want to find out who his civilian identity was.

But then things began to slowly change.

It started with him wanting to stay together a little longer after missions and you agreed, thinking he wanted to discuss things regarding your work. Which is what you talked about originally until the subjects switched to different topics like hobbies, favourite movies, best book you’ve ever read. Just normal easy stuff, not so hard to answer right? There were millions with the same reply as you so there was no chance he’d be able to guess who you were.

He’d only thought of you as a partner and maybe even a friend up till this point, but new feelings has began brewing and he didn’t know what to do with them. Brushing it off as a silly crush he didn’t do anything else than initiate spending more time together to satisfy him. It didn’t last forever and he eventually needed more.

Needles to say, it wasn’t simple to balance the heroic deeds while exploring these foreign emotions, it made things complicated to focus during dangerous events. That wasn’t good, obviously. What if he messed up and the villain got away? Or even worse, someone could get hurt. Someone that could be you. No, he can’t that happen, he must stay concentrated.

Yandere hero, who wanted to respect your secret identity pact but is dying to know who is behind that mask. He understood it was important, however he couldn’t help it. Convincing you to break that promise is impossible, that he saw. Perhaps he can trick you into revealing yourself? You’d probably see through his trick though.

Because of your good relationship and media, it became common for people to ship the two of you as a couple. Which he honestly didn’t mind one bit, especially now that he realises just how deep his love for you goes. It’s almost as if he’d do anything for you. He wanted the citizens to know who you belonged with and that was made sure when those news articles were posted.

You couldn’t believe it. So much stress all because of a single photo. A picture an anonymous individual has secretly snapped has spread like wildfire under a scorching summer day. You and your partner’s relationship status was the city’s top subject; discussed by so many and apparently very interesting to the old as well.

And what the hell was your colleague doing basically enforcing those rumours? If he kept standing so close to you and swinging his arms around you, everyone would think you’re a pair. Which you were not. You already had someone you were interested in, though you’d not had the courage to make any move since a relationship would be near impossible for you right now. Having to run around and help civilians and defeat bad guys, a romance would not be befitting.

So how are you gonna deal with your friend’s recent antics? He’s trying to hold you at the site even after your work is done, ask more regarding personal life, and you actually caught him attempting to follow you when you were leaving to go home. You couldn’t believe it. Why was he suddenly doing all this? You thought you two were on the same side of things, so how come he is breaking all those promises?

Did he not understand why it was dangerous to reveal your civilian identities and people could actually get hurt if the wrong person got their hands on that information. But all he said was that no one would find out. That it would be fine if you two knew each other for real. It would be good for you to be closer, your work would be easier if you trusted each other more, or something along those lines was what he told you.

You did not agree in the slightest. It was a stupid idea and one you would not comply with. He frowned and hissed, “fine!” and disappeared into the night, leaving you alone on the rooftop with the cold winds hitting you in the face. You thought that was the end of it and life would return to normal.

It didn’t. The next mission he was acting coldly towards you, almost getting himself sliced up as he refused to listen and give you any of his time, claiming he’d do it without your help. Like you predicted it didn’t go as planned for him and you were forced to step in many times before he finally accepted he couldn’t do things alone. You were happy that he returned to himself and stopped ignoring you, until he started his shenanigans again and they were worse than anything he did previously.

After missions your partner lured you away to a secluded rooftop were he’d prepared a table for the two of you. On the white table cloth stood a tall candle, a flame dancing atop it. In the vase next to it was a red rose, fresh with life. Apparently he wanted you to enjoy a nice dinner after a hard day, you deserved it. While you agreed on deserving a little rest, it wasn’t with him you wanted to relax and it certainly wasn’t on some date he’d set up.

Feeling somewhat bad for him as you had to turn him down once more, you talked softly to him and explained to your best abilities that you couldn’t. You wondered if you should’ve made up and excuse first but changed your mind as it would be mean to do and you needed to be perfectly clear with him that you weren’t interested in him in that way.

The horrible sensation of regret filled you when his eyes welled up in tears. You expected him to scream at you, maybe even physically confront you. But bawl? No, that was not what you envisioned. Like before he ran away from the scene and you stood there silent in the dark.

When he reached his home, he ripped his mask off and threw it in the floor, punching the wall with every emotion whirling in his mind. He was sad, so terribly sad. What, you didn’t feel anything for him as he did for you? Not even a bit, an inch? Apparently not, as you had stated to him without uncertainty in your voice. He wanted to scream, hit something. Anything to forget his heartbreak. He’d fucked up. What if you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. What if you replaced him with someone new. A new and better partner.

He couldn’t let that happen. Why can’t you understand how much he loves you, the lengths he’s willing to go in your name. He was a bit ashamed to admit it but he was sure that if things stood between you and being a righteous hero, he’d chose you no questions asked. You were just so much more important than those random people he was forced to save on a daily basis.

Despite the rough conversation you two had the day before, he pushed himself to act completely normal; like it never happened. Although you were a bit worried about him since your rejection seemed to have hit him pretty hard, you let it go as he appeared like himself and you couldn’t let that distract you forever. You had a city to protect and you could not slack off.

You just had to hope his sad rejected state wouldn’t eventually turn into something else. Something like anger. Or worse, madness.

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